WD 40 Ad from 1964 .....it would be a test of humor in this day and age.....
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I was a kid in the 1960s, and no, I wouldn't have thought it to be anything other than a WD40 ad. It's kind of like the 1930's song, I Like Bananas 'Cause They Have No Bones. .. Today, we immediately see the double entendre and laugh about it-- but back then, no one would have thought anything about it-- it was a song about FRUITS. LINK
It's a fish attractant, spray it on your lures and fish will strike them without thinking almost....
One intrepid fisherman almost 70 years ago decided to use it to keep his expensive lures from rusting during the off season. Next season he was the talk of the area cause it seemed like he never failed to get his limits. Until he started using another product to protect his lures that was recommended to him by a friend. His apparent fish whispering skills went back to normal yelling and screaming at non-biting fish.
When one of his lures picked up a bit of rust, he went back to his WD to protect them, and his innate mental communications with the fish, convincing them to bite his hook returned...
After a couple of sessions of fishing, one intrepid fisherman realized that everyone's catch totals went up when this guy was in the water. Of course anything or anyone that catches more fish than anyone else is analyzed to kingdom come. one of the other fishers put two and two together and the secret was out.
WD40 is a powerful, almost irresistable fish attractant.
Illegal to use in many sportfishing jurisdictions.
LOL I use to use it fishing as well , was told it was made of fish oil , that's why it worked , but that's a myth, it works because its a water displacement agent and creates little air bubbles behind the lure, a good spat of chewing tobacco on a worm does the same thing.
Smart! So, THAT's why Daddy kept his lures in packages in the fridge, like the meat keeper...
I've only been familiar with the can that has the self-extending...nozzle. The repeated squeezing action would give the user full...extension...control.
My Urologist gave me a promotional pen once from a salesman for some ED drug (I forget which one). The upshot was that it was an ink pen folded in half and when you pushed a tiny button near the end it very slowly opened into a full sized pen. I loved it!
I used to chew, but my wife at the time refused to kiss me and thought having a spit cup while at the bar drinking beer was gross. Eventually I had to quit or quit my wife. In the end I ended up quitting chewing and then later quitting my wife.
Ugh ... I agree with her. I work with a serious hayseed hick, who will just drain a mouthful of chew spit into a mug, while maintaining eye contact and in conversation. And his breath smells like a trash compactor because of it, which isn't good because he tends to lean into your face when he talks to you. This is in a professional office setting too. He's totally xenophobic (shocker), and I once overheard him say middle easterners have bad breath. Lol.
I started chewing in the military ( no smoking in the weapons storage area), found out it worked well while hunting waterfowl and deer back east, eventually stopped except for hunting season over the years til now I don't chew at all,even stopped smoking cigarettes , now its a nightly pipe and its been that way since I got divorced a few years ago( funny how I dropped the stress of the marriage , and the desire to smoke cigarettes went with it).
LOL and yes I have had escargot both in new England, and in Europe , both in the field and in high end restaraunts, just make sure they boil the snot out of them and they are passable for a meal.
never had chick fil a so cant say one way or another there.
If there was I didn't learn it. I got married again...and divorced again...and married again....expensive hobby. What was that Groucho Marx said? "Whenever I think about getting married I just find a woman that I can't stand and buy her a house. Saves a lot of time that way!"
When I was in high school I used to work at the Montgomery Wards Automotive Center and I learned all about oil and tires and belts and spark plugs and....well you get the idea. It was an interesting job. I quit shortly after a car came barreling into the store and hit the counter where I was standing. Knocked me down and left me a little shocked and dazed. It was one of those situations where the driver pushed on the accelerator instead of the breaks. Drove right through the gas pumps into the store. I'm luck they didn't blow up.....
My wife, whenever something squeaks in the house, like a door, ALWAYS asks me to get out the "DW-40"! I have tried and tried and tried and tried to get her to call it WD-40, but she just says "Whatever. You know what I meant." ARRRRGGGGUUUUHHHH!
My Grandpa started as a railroad man when he first moved to the states from Canada, but became a truck dock worker soon after because Grandma wanted him home from work every night when the kids started coming. I got his watch from back then. I need to get it fixed, running and the crystal is cracked. First I need to find out what box it's in. I know I have it, but not sure where.
Grandpa's 50 year watch still works. It's a Timex. It's taken a licking and keeps on ticking... Of course, you have to wind it, but still!
YAY for railroad men. Grandpa worked the 2 pm to 10 pm shift for 50 years. Grandma had a nice social life-- bridge clubs, canasta clubs, etc. She promised him a hot meal every night, and she kept her promise. I remember going with her with the "Supper Basket" at night, so that Grandpa would have his hot meal and a piece of pie... He adored her and she adored him. Truly a match made in heaven! (I mean nothing awful there, Randy-- it's just a figure of speech...)
Grandpa worked as a brakeman on the passenger run from Grand Rapids Michigan to Chicago and back run, but only for a couple of years. So he was gone for 24 hrs or more (depending on the weather) at a time. Then my Aunt Marilyn and my dad were born and Grandma put her foot down. He was about 6'4" and very strong and she wasn't quite 5' tall, but when she decided something, that was it! She was one tough little Canuck in her day. After all 4 of the kids were out of the house and going to school she even went to work for Bell Telephone as an Operator for 20 years. Grandpa didn't like his wife working, but that sure didn't change things.
I use WD in fishing.
Thank you thank you thank you, Kavika!
Now that's a good ad! Oh for those days of relative innocence and peace!
You call that innocence?
LOL
I was a kid in the 1960s, and no, I wouldn't have thought it to be anything other than a WD40 ad. It's kind of like the 1930's song, I Like Bananas 'Cause They Have No Bones. .. Today, we immediately see the double entendre and laugh about it-- but back then, no one would have thought anything about it-- it was a song about FRUITS. LINK
hahahahaha - somehow I think they new exactly what they were doing. :0)
Then again.....lol
I have got to find that in poster size!
I use WD in fishing.
Umm...fishing for what, exactly?
Do I really have to say sister...LOL
Do I really have to say sister...LOL
Well, no. But an autographed pictorial would be just dandy.
LMAO.....you'll have to use your imagination, sister.
I use WD in fishing.
Umm...fishing for what, exactly?
Believe it or not, FISH!
It's a fish attractant, spray it on your lures and fish will strike them without thinking almost....
One intrepid fisherman almost 70 years ago decided to use it to keep his expensive lures from rusting during the off season. Next season he was the talk of the area cause it seemed like he never failed to get his limits. Until he started using another product to protect his lures that was recommended to him by a friend. His apparent fish whispering skills went back to normal yelling and screaming at non-biting fish.
When one of his lures picked up a bit of rust, he went back to his WD to protect them, and his innate mental communications with the fish, convincing them to bite his hook returned...
After a couple of sessions of fishing, one intrepid fisherman realized that everyone's catch totals went up when this guy was in the water. Of course anything or anyone that catches more fish than anyone else is analyzed to kingdom come. one of the other fishers put two and two together and the secret was out.
WD40 is a powerful, almost irresistable fish attractant.
Illegal to use in many sportfishing jurisdictions.
LOL I use to use it fishing as well , was told it was made of fish oil , that's why it worked , but that's a myth, it works because its a water displacement agent and creates little air bubbles behind the lure, a good spat of chewing tobacco on a worm does the same thing.
I use it to take the human smell off the lure...it works.
Smart! So, THAT's why Daddy kept his lures in packages in the fridge, like the meat keeper...
Smart! So, THAT's why Daddy kept his lures in packages in the fridge, like the meat keeper...
I've only been familiar with the can that has the self-extending...nozzle. The repeated squeezing action would give the user full...extension...control.
LMAO, not going there.
My Urologist gave me a promotional pen once from a salesman for some ED drug (I forget which one). The upshot was that it was an ink pen folded in half and when you pushed a tiny button near the end it very slowly opened into a full sized pen. I loved it!
... a good spat of chewing tobacco on a worm does the same thing.
Gross. So glad I'm a city boy.
I used to chew, but my wife at the time refused to kiss me and thought having a spit cup while at the bar drinking beer was gross. Eventually I had to quit or quit my wife. In the end I ended up quitting chewing and then later quitting my wife.
Ugh ... I agree with her. I work with a serious hayseed hick, who will just drain a mouthful of chew spit into a mug, while maintaining eye contact and in conversation. And his breath smells like a trash compactor because of it, which isn't good because he tends to lean into your face when he talks to you. This is in a professional office setting too. He's totally xenophobic (shocker), and I once overheard him say middle easterners have bad breath. Lol.
And you didn't even have to kiss him! LOL!
I'd sooner eat a plate of maggot covered snails.
How about chick fil a.....?
Tomato, tomahto
I really don't like Chick-fil-a. I know some people swear by them, but to me they are just flavorless.
I started chewing in the military ( no smoking in the weapons storage area), found out it worked well while hunting waterfowl and deer back east, eventually stopped except for hunting season over the years til now I don't chew at all,even stopped smoking cigarettes , now its a nightly pipe and its been that way since I got divorced a few years ago( funny how I dropped the stress of the marriage , and the desire to smoke cigarettes went with it).
LOL and yes I have had escargot both in new England, and in Europe , both in the field and in high end restaraunts, just make sure they boil the snot out of them and they are passable for a meal.
never had chick fil a so cant say one way or another there.
@ Randy
"In the end I ended up quitting chewing and then later quitting my wife"
There has to be a lesson in that.
If there was I didn't learn it. I got married again...and divorced again...and married again....expensive hobby. What was that Groucho Marx said? "Whenever I think about getting married I just find a woman that I can't stand and buy her a house. Saves a lot of time that way!"
Wish I could see the ad! It's not showing up to me, and I bet it's a good one!
I use WD all the time. I used to put it on the distributor cap of my car, because Nellie died in the rain...
I can't see the add either!!!!
When I was in high school I used to work at the Montgomery Wards Automotive Center and I learned all about oil and tires and belts and spark plugs and....well you get the idea. It was an interesting job. I quit shortly after a car came barreling into the store and hit the counter where I was standing. Knocked me down and left me a little shocked and dazed. It was one of those situations where the driver pushed on the accelerator instead of the breaks. Drove right through the gas pumps into the store. I'm luck they didn't blow up.....
HOly cow!!! I'm glad you're still with us!
I reposted the ad above, Dowser, Pj.
Our messages crossed-- thank you, again, for reposting! I didn't want to miss out on anything pleasant!
My wife, whenever something squeaks in the house, like a door, ALWAYS asks me to get out the "DW-40"! I have tried and tried and tried and tried to get her to call it WD-40, but she just says "Whatever. You know what I meant." ARRRRGGGGUUUUHHHH!
LOL!
My Grandpa was a railroad man, so we all lived with his thousands of oil cans everywhere. I miss them, in fact.
My Grandpa started as a railroad man when he first moved to the states from Canada, but became a truck dock worker soon after because Grandma wanted him home from work every night when the kids started coming. I got his watch from back then. I need to get it fixed, running and the crystal is cracked. First I need to find out what box it's in. I know I have it, but not sure where.
Grandpa's 50 year watch still works. It's a Timex. It's taken a licking and keeps on ticking... Of course, you have to wind it, but still!
YAY for railroad men. Grandpa worked the 2 pm to 10 pm shift for 50 years. Grandma had a nice social life-- bridge clubs, canasta clubs, etc. She promised him a hot meal every night, and she kept her promise. I remember going with her with the "Supper Basket" at night, so that Grandpa would have his hot meal and a piece of pie... He adored her and she adored him. Truly a match made in heaven! (I mean nothing awful there, Randy-- it's just a figure of speech...)
Grandpa worked as a brakeman on the passenger run from Grand Rapids Michigan to Chicago and back run, but only for a couple of years. So he was gone for 24 hrs or more (depending on the weather) at a time. Then my Aunt Marilyn and my dad were born and Grandma put her foot down. He was about 6'4" and very strong and she wasn't quite 5' tall, but when she decided something, that was it! She was one tough little Canuck in her day. After all 4 of the kids were out of the house and going to school she even went to work for Bell Telephone as an Operator for 20 years. Grandpa didn't like his wife working, but that sure didn't change things.
LOL! Grandpa was 5'11", and Grandma as 4'10"... She ruled the roost, too. They were both very special people!
Grandpa was a telegrapher. He operated the telegraph for 50 years...